Chapter One.

Kill! Kill! Kill!- The Pierces

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers thought of these wonderful characters, I, however created this plot. Woot!


B.

Someone up there hates me.

They have to. There's no other possible explanation for why this has been forced on me. Why every time I try to fight it, it grows impossibly stronger, even more all consuming.

Someone up there must really fucking hate me, and my torture is some kind of sick, sadistic punishment.

That must be it.

I sat in a corner of my room, shooting rubber bands at the opposite wall, hitting invisible targets. I needed a reason for what I felt to exist. I thought somehow, if I had a reason, maybe, just maybe, this might be slightly more manageable. Or easier to ignore and end. I thought that I would feel better, but as I sat staring blankly at the wall, I knew I had been wrong. There was nothing in this holy world that could stop or ease what I felt. Nothing to stop this completely irrational, torturous, and absolutely crushing love I had for Edward– my totally unavailable and unattainable best friend.

My phone vibrating on the wood floor next to me brought me out of my brooding reverie.


Bells, where are you?

We're here and waiting.

-E

Right. Ugh.

I was supposed to be meeting the target of my aforementioned love for coffee and introduction to his latest girlfriend. I spat that last word in my mind like it was the dirtiest thing I'd ever thought.

God. If I couldn't even think about it without anger welling forth, how the hell was I supposed to get through meeting this girl without doing something drastic?

As I found myself fantasizing about spilling scalding hot coffee all over new-girl's carefully constructed, cutesy outfit, my phone buzzed again. Hmm, I'd have to save that thought for later. I could definitely pull that off, what with my inherent lack of grace and all. Tripping and accidentally spilling my coffee was totally believable.

Seriously, hurry up.

And remember to go easy on her.

She's already nervous enough without you going 3rd degree on her.

-E

Yeah. Right. Go easy on her.

No one was going easy on me.

Begrudgingly, I shifted to my feet and made my way over to my full-length mirror to check my appearance. I wasn't by any standards vain, but it was important that I look presentable for this. I felt like a fish out of water in the navy low cut v-neck sweater and jean miniskirt that had been forced on me last Christmas. Renee had insisted that I would appreciate having something nice to wear to casual dress occasions. I'm sure meeting Edward's new girlfriend was exactly what she had in mind.

As satisfied with my unremarkable appearance as I was ever going to be, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. And to my impending doom.


E.

Looking around the crowded coffee shop, I nervously waited for Bella to arrive. I glanced at my watch. It was almost two in the afternoon already. We were supposed to meet up at one-thirty.

A couple more minutes passed.

Christ.

Bella was chronically late for everything. I had once told her that she'd have to be the first one to die, so I could make sure she got to her funeral on time. That earned me a hard slap to the back of the head. I winced at the memory. Tanya noticed.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" she asked.

I nodded my head and mumbled something a slight headache, and that was all the confirmation she needed. She dove right back into the nervous, mindless prattle she had been at ever since the drive over here. At the moment, I was silently grateful for the fact Tanya wasn't one of those 'Are you listening to me, what'd I just say' types. Because, if she had asked, I honestly would not have been able to tell her. I was too wrapped up in wondering where Bella was, and almost certain anything Tanya was saying right now held no interest for me.

I glanced at my watch again.

2:05 PM.

Seriously? What the hell was Bella doing?

Usually girls run late because they're color-coordinating their outfit or meticulously straightening their hair, like Tanya. But no, not Bella. I knew for a fact it had nothing to do with being presentable with Bella. The girl's entire wardrobe consisted of t-shirts, sweatshirts, and jeans. Sure, they were all nice clothes, and she looked good in them, but it takes like seconds to throw them on. Nothing near the level of time it took Tanya to get dressed. No, with Bella, she just bummed around until the last possible second, and then rushed to get wherever she was going. In the ten years we'd been best friends, I'd not had any luck breaking her of this particular bad habit.

I really hoped Bella wasn't going to completely skip out on us. I wouldn't put it past her. But she knew how important this was to me. Bella had been away at school when Tanya and I had started dating, and almost five months later Bella had yet to meet her. Bella's opinion was the world to me when it came to girls. Never had she steered me wrong, and I'd been burned more than a few times when I hadn't heeded her advice. She was an excellent judge of character. Five minutes with Bella and she had you pegged. That was why it was so important that she actually show up for this.

I needed to know if I was wasting my time.

Horrible, I know. But if Tanya couldn't win over Bells, there really was no point in venturing further into the relationship. I couldn't have a girlfriend whom my best friend despised and didn't think was good for me. Sure, my parents, Carlisle and Esme, and my sister Alice, had met Tanya already, and given me the green light– but that was different. They weren't as critical as Bella and surely did not know me as well as her. Ten years of the closest kind of friendship a person can have definitely exposes things that no one else knows.

2:10 PM.

Tanya's nerves had calmed by now, and her incessant chatter had lulled. She actually seemed somewhat resolved, maybe even a little bit cocky. Oh no. If she kept that up, this was not going to go well.


B.

Fuck.

I was running almost an hour late. But it wasn't like I was still at my apartment or anything. I was sitting outside the coffee shop. Had been for some fifteen minutes now.

I couldn't bring myself to go in.

Surely new-girl would be an atrocious bitch, and then I would have to have the talk with Edward about his newest choice in girlfriend, warning him of all her probable future crimes against him. Not to mention I'd have to see new-girl fawning all over him, all possessive, and shit. Ugh. My heart wrenched at the thought.

Maybe if I sat out here long enough, they would just leave, and I wouldn't have to deal with them today. The keyword being today. Edward wasn't going to let me get out of this indefinitely. And it really was important for me to meet her, because Edward had shit for people reading skills. This girl could have 'cheating, backstabbing skank' written across her forehead and he wouldn't know it.

He's ever the romantic optimist, seeing and loving only the best in people, while turning a blind eye to their less desirable qualities. Me, I'm the cynical realist. Sure, I'd like to believe the best in people, but it isn't always possible. People are generally varying amounts of bad, and one can't just walk through the world with rose-colored glasses, ignoring all the tragic flaws. That will get you seriously hurt and broken-hearted. But Edward did it anyway, and that was why he needed me. And I needed him. I protected him and his sweet gentility from all the soulless sluts that were constantly knocking on his door, while he attempted to show me that there really are some people besides himself who could be trusted.

Ugh. Okay. Fine.

I took a deep breath, and headed inside the coffee shop. Edward needed me, and I always had his back. She had better be worth it.


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